Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I could wear my own pajamas. But I like to wear his shirts.
And I know he likes to see me in them.
I climb into bed next to him, snuggling close, feeling drowsy already.
He puts his phone down and turns off the light. He scoots down, putting his arm around me, holding me close. Soft lips meet mine. “Night, babe.”
“Night,” I murmur.
Then, it’s lights out.
I wake slowly, rousing to the feel of velvet lips pressing kisses to my inner thigh.
A hot tongue runs up my center, making me gasp. My hands reach down, running through Ares’s silky hair. He moves up my body, pressing kisses as he goes, his hand pushing his jersey up my body. I lift my arms, and he pulls it off over my head.
“I like you in my jersey,” he says, voice low in the dark.
I smile. “I know.”
“But I like you better out of it.”
“I know that, too.”
His lips meet mine in a gentle kiss. I can feel his erection, hot against my thigh.
His hand comes up, covering my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple, making my hips jerk up.
“I want you,” I whisper.
His hips circle, cockhead rubbing over me. Then, he slowly pushes inside me.
I’ll never get used to the feeling. The euphoric sensation of him filling me so completely.
When he’s seated to the hilt, he stays there, unmoving, eyes staring down at me in the dark.
I can feel the fast beat of his heart thrumming through his chest into mine.
“Ari…” My name is like a whispered plea on his lips. “I…” A kiss. “I’m…crazy about you.”
“Back at ya, babe,” I tell him, sifting my fingers through his hair.
“And I…” A deep breath. “I think you should leave some things here, like a toothbrush.”
Huh?
Another kiss.
“A toothbrush?” I murmur.
“For when you stay over. And I’ll leave one at yours.”
“Okay…but are we actually talking about toothbrushes while your dick is inside me?”
He chuckles. “Sorry.”
He shifts his hips, withdrawing to the tip, and then pushes back inside, hitting me right in that sweet spot.
My legs come up around his hips, my eyes closing, while I revel in the feel of him inside me.
“Maybe a drawer, too,” he says.
I pop an eye open. “A drawer?”
“For your stuff, to keep it in,” he explains.
“Okay.”
“And I’ll have one at yours.”
“Okay…” I repeat, dragging out the word. Then, I squeeze his ass with my feet to urge him to start moving.
“Maybe a key, too. For here. And I can have one to your place. Or is that too soon?”
“It’s fine.” I push up onto my elbows, bringing my face close to his. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…you’re not usually this much of a conversationalist in bed, except for the odd command, like, ‘Suck it harder,’ or heated praise of, ‘Fuck that’s good, babe.’”
I laugh, but he doesn’t.
And that worries me. “Ares…is everything okay? Me and you are…”
“Fine. Better than fine. I just realized something, is all.”
“What?”
“I love you. I’m in love with you. You were lying there, sleeping, and I was watching you—in a non-creepy way. And it just hit me. That I fucking love you.”
My heart has stilled in my chest.
He loves me.
“You love me?”
“Apparently so.”
Then, I smile big. “It’s a good thing that I love you, too, then, or this would be awkward as hell.”
“You love me?”
I press a kiss to his lips. “Yeah, I do. Madly, deeply, head over heels in love with you.”
His hand goes to the back of my head, fingers threading into the strands of my hair. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck, that’s hot. You’re making me harder, babe.”
“So, fuck me then and finish what you started.”
“Finish?” He chuckles a low, dark, sexy sound. “Babe, that word isn’t even in my vocab when it comes to you.” Then, he kisses me hard with his mouth and makes love to me with his cock for the rest of the night.
It’s amazing how life can change in the blink of an eye. One blink, and my hedonistic lifestyle—the one I was so sure that I loved—came crashing down around me, bringing me to a new reality. A clean, sober reality. But also a lonely, empty reality. Then, one person came along and changed everything so very completely again.
One kiss changed everything.
Now, my life is full and happy because of Ares.
Nights that I used to spend with Netflix, feeling lonely, are now spent with him. Sometimes, Netflix joins us. Sometimes, we just chill.
I’ve never been this happy. Ever.
I adore him. Love him…
And, best of all, he loves me.
Baggage and all.
Life with Ares is amazing. I’m loving every second of it.
My relationship with my dad is also better than it was. I’m not going to say it’s fixed because it’s not. But it’s better.
I’m still going to AA regularly. I still see Luke.
But I haven’t had to call him since that one episode in the bar.